The butterfly is intoxicated by the flower, but the flower is scattered with the wind
The butterfly loves the beauty of the flower, but the flower comes back with the spring
Fly with you, But you can only stay one night.
Humanity is like running water, but it flows into my heart like tears.
Butterflies are drunk for flowers, but the flowers are scattered with the wind.
I give my heart slowly, but you regard love as a hangover.
My beloved cannot be called back, and my dreams will turn to ashes when he returns.
I look forward to some, hate some, but never regret it.